writing prompt

describe one thing you're good at:

See these things? These are my words. My words are like the friends that I have never been able to keep, but miss so fiercely once they are gone. Sometimes I feel like these are the only things that I have that mean anything at all. In the end, though, even they betray me. For a single moment, though, as I am writing these words, everything comes together just the way that I want them to, and I see that I am capable of manipulating the things that I love just enough to make me feel better about things. They help me cope with this growing hole, and unlike the people in Massachussetts trying to get help for the sink hole in their road, there is no help for this hole. The only help there has ever been are these words, but in the end I let down even the kindest, most gentle words I know. Because in life, there is only one thing I truly excel at-- manipulating things to get to where I'm going, and then falling once I get there. I'm bad at gaining satisfaction, because in the end I am swallowed whole.